Saturday, April 10, 2010

What is a personal blog for if not a podium to exorcise your soppy, maudlin poetry? I've never lacked for material.

I wrote this poem after I realized I had a problem with prescription pain-killers.

BACK IN MY DEMEROL DAZE

little white pill...

tucked in my pocket,
waits alongside loose threads and twisted tissue.
just in case...

little white pill...

in my tight fist now.
take it! take it!
it will ease the pain.

little white pill...

slipping down my throat,
sweeps through my veins.
Like ink on aged parchment.

little white pill...

crawls to a standstill,
lodged in my brain.
Warmth enfolds me, like
a childhood blankie

little white pill...

and I hear hollow voices,
tinny and far away...
does a slow motion dance.

Sweet oblivion. A narcotic trance.

little white pill...

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